On the observation deck.
Zhang Fu's face was full of ferociousness. He no longer had the demeanor of the British prince in the past. He was almost crazy, even a little crazy.
Finally, the Ming army was defeated. Under the Tatar attack like an iron cone, the phalanx was completely broken up and could no longer stop the cavalry attack.
It's over, everything is over...
Zhang Fu almost collapsed. In this life, the army has never been as desperate as it is today.
Behind him is the Ming Emperor!
Zhang Fu looked back at the phalanx with a large hole torn open, and tens of thousands of cavalry filing in, charging straight into the center of the army. He was heartbroken.
The outcome is already doomed, the Ming army will be defeated, and it won't even take two hours.
He wanted to risk everything and get everyone to turn their guns and go back to rescue Zhu Qizhen, but he gave up in the end.
It was too late, nothing could be changed, and turning back could not save the emperor, and turning back would be equivalent to giving your back to the enemy, which would only turn the one-sided situation into a complete massacre.
It has no meaning other than accelerating defeat.
All he could do was to kill as many Tatars as possible before the entire army was annihilated. This was the only thing he could do.
Zhang Fu's eyes were red and he really wanted to cry. He really tried his best.
Dimly, he seemed to see a large number of Ming troops arriving.
Um?
Zhang Fu rubbed his eyes and looked back again. It was really the Ming army. Reinforcements had arrived!
In an instant, Zhang Fu, who was almost collapsed, returned all his energy and energy, and murmured: "There is still hope, there is still hope!"
"Formation! Formation!!" Zhang Fu shouted, "Hold them off, our reinforcements have arrived...!"
The flag bearer immediately waved the flag and conveyed Zhang Fu's military order to the soldiers.
In fact, many people have already seen it. It is difficult to miss the appearance of nearly 20,000 people.
The morale of the Ming army suddenly rose!
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Totto Polo's heart sank. According to his estimation, reinforcements from the Ming army would have to wait for about three days at the earliest. He even did not send anyone to investigate ahead in order to attack with all his strength.
Such quick support, and they were not cavalry, how did they do it... Totto Polo was quite uncomfortable.
At this moment, he and Zhang Fu empathized.
The Ming army couldn't afford to lose because the emperor was here, but the Tatars couldn't afford to lose either. They didn't get much advantage in this battle.
The Ming Dynasty was so wealthy that losing tens of thousands was nothing, but the Tatars couldn't afford the loss.
This time, more than 80,000 warriors came, accounting for two-thirds of the entire Tatar tribe. If we don't grab anything, it is absolutely unacceptable to go in and get tens of thousands in vain.
Totto Polo shouted in a deep voice: "Go straight to the central army, ignore the rest, and capture the Ming Emperor alive!"
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"Make a square formation!" Shi Heng shouted, "The shield soldiers and spear soldiers come forward, the sword soldiers are in the center, and they push forward!"
Shi Heng's idea was correct. The Ming army was currently under attack. It was tantamount to wishful thinking to immediately reverse the decline. Only by blocking their charge first and stabilizing the formation could Xu Tu advance.
Li Qing took a deep breath, slowly pulled out the knife, and the true energy in his body exploded.
It's been a long time, he hasn't fought on the battlefield for a long time.
Eighteen thousand soldiers formed a square formation and advanced to the battlefield in an orderly manner from the side and front.
Five miles, four miles, three miles...a quarter and a half later, we officially arrived at the battlefield.
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"The Ming army is mighty! Kill...!!"
Li Qing's anger was deep in his dantian, his aura was melodious, and his cold and murderous voice spread far and wide, invisibly giving a sense of security to the soldiers who were fighting bloody battles in front.
A sense of security that reinforcements are coming.
Having arrived at the battlefield, Li Qing no longer had any worries.
Shi Heng was the chief military officer stationed in Datong, and he had just fought against the Tatars, so he didn't need to worry too much.
Li Qing took the lead and headed straight towards the crowded Chinese army.
"Dang~! Puff, puff, puff..."
Li Qing is holding a saber, dancing like a windmill. It will hurt him if he touches it, and he will die if he touches it. He is like a god of death looking down at him.
"Hurry up, hurry up...!" Li Qing's heart was fried, the situation was much worse than he thought.
They caught up, but not completely. Zhu Qizhen's army had been defeated.
Li Qing wished he could grow wings on his ribs, fly directly to Zhu Qizhen, and then take him away, but the reality is that on the battlefield, no matter how much he joins the good fortune, facing thousands of people or thousands of cavalry, it will be of no avail. .
More than ten Tatar cavalry stood in front, blocking Li Qing's progress.
"Anyone who stands in my way will die——!"
Li Qing shouted loudly, and the blade of his sword trembled as he swung it.
The Tatar soldier who bore the brunt saw a cold light coming at him like lightning. He had no time to dodge, so he could only rely on his fighting instinct to block it with his sword.
"Crack...poof...!"
A streak of blood shot up into the sky, and the sword easily cut off Tartar's weapon. It cut off Tartar's shoulder and cut him diagonally into two pieces;
The sword continued to tilt downward without losing any force, breaking skin and breaking bones from top to bottom. The horse didn't even have time to suffer, and the huge horse's head was cut off by the way.
It's a long story, but in reality it was just a flash of lightning. The style of Li Qing's sword was so overbearing that both sides of the fierce battle within a radius of seven to eight meters were stunned for a moment.
Li Qing's blow was so fierce that there was no delay after the force was released. Taking advantage of the Tatar's stunned effort, the curled sword flew away from his hand.
Directly penetrated the chest of the Tatar directly opposite!
Li Qing jumped up, grabbed the opponent's Mongolian horse, jerked the reins, made a 180° turn, and galloped away.
Fast, too fast.
It only takes two breaths to kill two people and one horse in a row.
Li Qing's seventh-grade official uniform was soaked in blood, dripping down, and his jade-like face was all bright red, looking ferocious and twisted.
All the way forward, Li Qing was invincible, and his murderous intent seemed to be materialized, which was terrifying.
However, the good times did not last long. In the chaotic battlefield, personal force value was always limited. Li Qing could protect himself, but he could not protect his horse from damage.
'Xilulu...' The war horse neighed, and with its legs cut off, it suddenly fell to the ground, and at the same time, Li Qing flew away.
"Whoosh!"
An arrow shot out diagonally, at a tricky angle and extremely fast.
Li Qing's senses were super strong, but he had nowhere to rely on in mid-air. He twisted his body with all his strength, and the arrow shot away close to the tip of his nose.
As soon as he hit the ground, another arrow struck.
"Whoosh!"
This time, Li Qing put his feet on the ground. He was no longer embarrassed and reached out to grab it.
The high-speed flying arrow was forcefully held by him. Li Qing flicked it with his backhand, and the arrow returned the same way, even faster than before. Not far away, there was a scream, followed by the sound of a falling horse.
Li Qing didn't have time to look further. He rose from the ground and kicked the Tatar away. At the same time, he snatched the scimitar from his hand, grabbed the horse and continued forward.
Time was too precious and he couldn't waste any of it. He wanted to find Zhu Qizhen as quickly as possible.
But with tens of thousands of enemy troops ahead, and a steady stream of Tatars coming, how could Li Qing be so relaxed?
The closer you get to the position of the Chinese army, the more Tatars you face, which is almost airtight.
With the blessing of true energy, Li Qing can be as light as a swallow, but in the end he cannot truly fly and can only fight through thorns and thorns along the way.
Kill, kill, kill... Li Qing killed countless people.
His robe was soaked with blood, and his face was so red that he had no time to wipe it off, so he moved forward as fast as he could...
But the so-called fastest speed is not much faster than an ordinary walk.
There are too many enemies, far more than the Ming army.
Li Qing's heart sank little by little. The facts told him that the Chinese army had collapsed, and the collapse was severe...
If you are alive, you want to see people, if you are dead, you want to see corpses... Li Qing gritted his teeth and continued to move forward.
Despite the situation, Li Qing still felt that there was a high probability that Zhu Qizhen was still alive.
The emperor of the Ming Dynasty, the highest person in power; the soldiers of the Ming army, Dongchang fans, and Jinyi guards would protect him to the death.
Even the hostile Tatars would not kill Zhu Qizhen.
After killing Zhu Qizhen, whoever takes over will fight to the death with the Tatars to avenge Zhu Qizhen. The Tatars will not fail to know this.
The living Zhu Qizhen is a treasure and infinite wealth. The dead Zhu Qizhen not only cannot provide any benefits, but will become a disaster for the Tatars.
"Crack!"
The scimitar in Li Qing's hand, which had already been curled, could no longer bear it and broke into two pieces.
"What the hell, you idiot!" Li Qing scolded the Tatars for not knowing how to smelt iron, and he violently killed the enemy with a broken sword.
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The sword cut off one after another. Finally, Li Qing reached the vicinity of the Ming army commander's camp.
Here, the Ming army obviously increased in number, and there were many imperial guards, and both sides were fighting endlessly.
"The Ming army is still there!" Li Qing murmured in a low voice, his eyes widening.
